Douluo Dalu - First Slash

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Lost Town, an ordinary tavern stood at the center. Ancient tables and chairs were scattered all around. The ceiling and floor were black, as if dyed with ink, giving off a gloomy and terrifying aura.

The tavern was filled with guests, yet it was hushed. The air was thick with the strong smell of blood, most emanating from the unknown red liquid in the wine glasses. The patrons loved this blood-red liquid with an almost frenzied passion.

Every time they took a sip, their faces would show an intoxicated expression, a pleasure even more intense than that of a lover's embrace.

Everyone drank quietly. No one spoke, neither the servers nor the guests. The huge tavern was silent, creating a scary atmosphere in the dim light.

"Deng deng! Deng deng!"

A series of low footsteps echoed as an unexpected guest broke the silence. He was a handsome young man, twenty years old, with flowing black hair and deep eyes. His slender, strong body was clad in a black warrior's suit, exuding a heroic spirit. His gentle features and strikingly handsome face made him look like a banished immortal descended from the heavens.

At this moment, the black-haired young man drew everyone's attention. As they noticed him, the corners of their mouths curled into mocking smiles. Even the tavern servers glanced at him contemptuously, not interested in greeting the new arrival.

"Ugh… After walking all day, this young master is about to die from exhaustion!"

The black-haired young man acted like a hedonistic son of a wealthy family, ignoring the hostile gazes around him.

He walked to an empty table, pulled a stool, and sat down. Looking at the waiters handling the wine glasses, he said, "Waiters, bring me the best food and drink you have. I have plenty of money!"

This aristocratic behavior intensified the ridicule in the eyes of those around him. Everyone stared at the youth with unfriendly expressions, but he remained oblivious.

"Hmph."

The waiter snorted, glancing at the young man indifferently. Putting down the wine glass he had just cleaned, he asked impatiently, "What would you like to drink?"

The young man smiled faintly, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the dusty table. Staring at the waiter, he said calmly, "Give me a cup of Bloody Mary!"

The waiter's expression changed slightly, his gaze turning cold. This guy had some skills and was not just an ordinary playboy.

However, the surrounding guests sneered upon hearing the young man's request.

"Hahaha, where did this fledgling come from? You want to drink a Bloody Mary?"

"You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Better go back to your warm bed and lick the breasts of women!"

"Tsk, tsk. Another rich playboy out of a golden cage. What a joke!"

The black-haired young man smiled freely at the contemptuous obscenities, not getting angry. With a smile, he continued to speak to the waiter, "By the way, bring me some side dishes. Let's dig out the hearts of everyone in this room and serve them as my sides."

His words suddenly turned cold, and dense killing intent filled the air, plunging the tavern into deathly silence. The young man crossed his arms and legs, indifferently scanning the hostile crowd. His blatant mockery made everyone's expressions turn ugly, with terrifying killing intent spreading quickly, forming a murderous storm in the tavern.

This black-haired young man was Fang Xuan, who had just arrived in the small town.

According to his memories, the entrance to the Slaughter City was at a tavern in the center of the town. Thus, he quickly locked onto this seemingly ordinary tavern, confirming he had come to the right place. This blood-reeking tavern was the entrance to the Slaughter City he sought.

In this tavern, the guests and servers were external members, essentially external disciples. They longed to enter the City but had never passed the test, forever wandering outside, unable to enter.

Fang Xuan coldly scanned this group of losers, whose average strength was only at the level of a Soul Ancestor. They did not interest him at all.

"Arrogant brat, you dare look down on us? Let me show you cruelty!"

A middle-aged man roared, charging Fang Xuan with a blade like a fierce tiger.

The man appeared in his forties, with bronze skin, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His rough and muscular appearance made him look like a living black bull!

"Sword Draw!"

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold. His right hand touched the hilt at his waist, and the long blade swiftly emerged from its sheath.

This sword was not the Demon Blade Red Rain but an ordinary iron sword he had recently purchased from a blacksmith shop. The Slaughter City was perilous, and Fang Xuan intended to keep the Demon Swordd as a secret trump card. Having lost both Shadowless and Void Shatterer, he resorted to using a common iron sword.

Moreover, there was no need to use a God-Slayer to kill a chicken. The people before him did not deserve to see that Fiendish Blade!

"Hua!"

The sound of the blade being drawn rang out like a dragon's roar. The man's eyes flashed, and a bright light illuminated the room, so intense that he could not keep his eyes open.

Before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck. His head flew off, and his headless corpse fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted from his neck.

"This brat... is so strong!"

Seeing this, everyone gasped in shock. They had not anticipated that this seemingly good-for-nothing youth possessed such terrifying strength.

They assumed Fang Xuan was a pretty boy, incapable of trussing a chicken. They did not expect that he had been hiding his strength. Many now regarded him with serious expressions, no longer daring to underestimate him.

"I understand. This guy is a test from Slaughter City. If we kill him, we can enter the City. Brothers, let's kill!"

Someone shouted, and the Slaughter City was like a devil's temptation, causing the people in the tavern to reveal fanatical expressions and rush forward like a flock of ducks.

Those who came to this place were summoned by the City and were not ones to shy away from trouble. Driven by the City's summons, their eyes turned red with frenzy, and they charged madly toward Fang Xuan.

Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Five black rings of light rose from his slender body. Fang Xuan's black hair fluttered as if caught in an unseen wind. A powerful aura erupted, and the entire tavern shook violently as if unable to withstand this immense power.

"Kill!"

Fang Xuan roared, his body bathed in killing intent. He became a peerless war god, his battle intent raging, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. A terrifying killing aura erupted, shaking the very foundations of the tavern.

Two blood-red lightning bolts shot from his eyes. He swung his long sword, cleaving the first big man before him. Blood and bones spilled onto the ground. Then, he swiftly turned and punched with his left fist, killing another man who had been about to surrender behind him. Internal organs spilled out, and broken bones splattered everywhere.

Fang Xuan's black hair was stained with blood. His battle intent surged as he wildly slaughtered the prominent men. He was like an unparalleled demonic star, striking fear into the hearts of many.

The strongest among these men was only a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, while the rest were mostly Soul Masters and Soul Experts. They were no match for Fang Xuan.

In less than a minute, the twenty or so big men in the room were all dead. The tavern was a scene of chaos. Blood flowed like a river, and pieces of flesh and bone were scattered everywhere. The thick smell of blood permeated the air, turning the tavern into a vision of hell.

Yet, the waiter remained at the bar, calmly wiping a wine glass. He was composed and collected, as if oblivious to the blood and corpses on the floor.

The waiter's attitude remained arrogant. He glanced at Fang Xuan indifferently and sneered disdainfully.

"Haha, do you think you're qualified to enter the Slaughter City just because you've killed a few people?"

"Hmph!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly. A red beam of light shot from his eyes, quickly enveloping the waiter. Immense spiritual power was released, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast. The unruly waiter was scared witless and immediately knelt on the ground, trembling.

Fang Xuan's current spiritual power was immense, much stronger than the average Titled Douluo. The pressure of his spiritual power alone was more than a mere Soul Ancestor like the waiter could withstand.

Fang Xuan's black hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were cold. He calmly sheathed his blade and sat down amidst the sea of corpses and blood. He coldly glanced at the waiter and said,

"Pour the Wine"